I felt my self drawn towards the ongoing process. Were they just getting up to this point? How long has it been since their leader's capture? "How long ago was it when your guys leader went all captured?" I asked, knowing they were right behind me. Most people said I was like a snake with extra two pairs of eyes "And...I just lost my train of thought!"
The Draggoness laughs at me, while my supposedly big off to a white libino look-alike to my brother. I saw her grimace at them as Foxey caught him up into a huge hug. He seemed to be rid of her. Like any ordinary Decepticon who wanted to go home.
"It's been a year." The Dragonness replied,keeping me back from the herd of Autobots.
"What's with the white replica of Pistol?" I asked, digging in to the relationships around here. I sound like a Detective. A Detective who can hear things right behind her head with golden eyes streaked in some light blue dashes. Hair of grass brushed by purple.
The Dragoness sighed.
"He's insane."
I blinked.
"Say what?"
Foxey skid right back in.
'He's not crazy, he's in sane!" She furtherly confused me. It sounded more as him being a lunatic. A mad man as most people could possibly wsay it in a more...disgreet fashion. For insults of hurtful words; it would mainly be crazy guy, dork, geek,Nerd,Insanitist,lunatic,serial killer,hairball,and the likes. I took Psychology class last semester!
I heard the mech running away.
"HEY WAIT FOR MEEEE, CAREEYYY!" She madly shrieked, chasing after him.
I raised one of my eyebrows,
"Carey?" I said. "That's an wierd name for an Decepticon."
All three Autobots laughed.
"Dear, His name is Carebee." The Dragoness told me. "As in a busy bumblebee that may be hateful, but caring on who he attacks...I disapprove of their relationship." She shook her own head. Her hands clench into a fist.
Soooo he must be the one who caused this all in the first place.
"Hahahaha, a Romeo and Juliet-...Nooo he appears to not ike her..hmm...That book with TWO POV's with this boy who likes this girl, who turns out to like him in the end of the book!" I said. "It''s even a movie!"
"Uh...POV?" Ratchet asked.
"Point of view." I said, I felt myself being tugged to the construction. So regardless of my mother's wishes.I blindly went into the room. There are outlines of several parts being menuvered to their respetive places,Most of the armor were a fire-truck red similar to maroon , some were light gray as titanium made for rails, few of the armor were black on individual part. It felt femilar.
Something...stiirred in my Cybo-spark. In a word.
Clatter went a large screw.
I stood there, like an iditot, frozen in place.
So then my brother ended up swiping me out of the way.
"Uh...Uh...Maybe I am NOT that brave after all." I shakingly muttered, clinging to his overly big hand. It felt warm. Reassuring. In a way of course. Anything would be better than sharp edges and potenitnally a lethal accident.
One of the other big robots rubbed his head.
"Sorrrrry."
"Oh Wheeljack."
Wheeljack? Where have I heard that before? It sounds so femilar that it's not funny. A cloggy memory I have. A haz memory fog came into play revealing a woman who seemingly resembled me with dark rich brown hair being long cuddled beside a yellow one. They were happy. They had showed me to the other Autobots.
Wheeljack did something, though I do not remember what exactly.
My eyes were stuck on the repairing machine. It's so crazy. I don't know WHY I am even doing this at all. Even him.
Ratchet cleared his throat.
"Are you having some Spark-Connection going on already?" He asked me.
I looked over my shoulder.
"Spark connection?" I said, making Pistol make a gasp.
"You can basically feel them and know if they are online or not." He said. "A minor version of spark mates."
The Dragonness covered my ears.
"RATTCHHEeett! She's just sixteen,don't plant the thought into her head...RIGHT NOW." She said, unknowlingly oblivous that kids can hear shouts. It's evovled over the years for protection and to hide away from argumental parents. People even use this trait to listen in. Regardless of the space.
Ratchet sheepishly smiles.
"Jazzie must know." He said, pointing to Pistol. "He's jumbled up abput the terms so badly he's not open for spark mating anymore from any femme! ANnnddd She's going to be fine this time around. Things are different Ivy, much different than they were so many stellar cycles ago."
I saw her optic's soften. Soften in a color. Her hands rested off my ears.
"I can hear you know." I said, breaking the conversation.
Liverarracki shook her helmet.
"Ratchet...you expain the term Spark bonding to her. I exactly do not know what I am talking about when I explain it." She said, walking the door. Her compsure seemed to be evil's locking and twistiung to trick a person into doing her own bidding.
She's using Ratchet's words against him.
I laughed.
"Jazzzie...when bots love eachh other very much...their chestplatings-"
"Clothing?"
"Nooo."
"Chestplatings?..."
"Armor."
I became confused.
"So then their spark chambers slide open. annd thenn...their sparks bond. Everything goes through;feelings. Memories. And pleasure. A bond is formed. You would be able to hear the thoughts, talk to them without even speaking with the thoughts,and well..feel their pain.. Urben Legends say When potenitnally Spark Connections have been set or they bound for each other...they cannot stand being apart for days. 1 day is like usual. 2 day is lonelyness. 3rd is like you can't leave the room. 4th. You you become weak. Lethargly...you cannot get out the room. 5th, you die. But that never happens if these two bots are together."
My head spun.
"Most Spark bondings are different in their own unigue situations and some are able to be away from each other longer." Ratchet finished.
I felt myself shaking all over.
"Uh...Ratchet...you just scared the heck outta Jazzie!" Wheeljack butted in. "Much worse than Ivy explained it as."
The mech groaned.
"Sister, it's going to be all right, whather you bond or not..You will make it through it." Pistol reassured me. "Even if it may...be just like that."